˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ femme fatale | daniela avanzini
݁ᛪ༙ synopsis your best friend’s mother was supposed to be off-limits. but daniela’s lingering touches, quiet attention, and failing marriage make it impossible to ignore the tension growing between you. and when she picks you up during a stormy night after university, everything you’ve both been avoiding finally comes to the surface
݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer milf! daniela avanzini x young! fem reader, wlw, age gap, slowburn, cheating (if you’re not comfortable reading this, don’t read :))
݁ᛪ༙ a/n who else’s loose their minds on daniela’s latest looks on allure, i swear that i’m the gayest person alive for this woman..
݁ᛪ༙ song playing dirty diana — michael jackson
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧
the first time you met daniela, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything
you’d only gone to your best friend’s house because she’d forgotten her notes before an exam. that was it. quick stop, quick hello, then back to campus
instead, the front door opened, and everything changed
daniela stood there in a loose cream sweater and dark leggings, one hand still on the handle, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise when she saw you. rain clouds gathered behind you in the distance, making the warm light inside her house glow softer somehow.l
“oh,” she said quietly, almost amused. “so you’re the friend i keep hearing about”
she looked younger than you expected—not young exactly, but effortlessly beautiful in a way that made your thoughts trip over themselves. dark hair loosely pinned up, gold jewelry catching the light, perfume warm and subtle. she smiled at you like she already knew something you didn’t
and from the kitchen, your friend yelled, “mom, stop intimidating people!”
“i’m not intimidating her,” she answered, eyes still on you. “am i?”
you shook your head too fast
that became the beginning of a problem
after that day, daniela always found reasons to talk to you whenever you came over. at first it seemed harmless. asking about university. bringing you tea without asking what you liked because somehow she already remembered. sitting beside you instead of across from you
a hand briefly against your shoulder while passing behind you. her fingers brushing yours when she handed you a mug. fixing your collar one afternoon with a soft “there,” while standing far too close
none of it should’ve mattered. but it did
and the worst part was how obvious it became that she looked for you
your friend would leave the room for five minutes, and daniela would immediately appear beside you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with that unreadable little smile
“so,” she’d say casually, “are you eating properly at university?”
“you look exhausted. have you been sleeping enough?”
“you know, you can call me if you ever need anything”
the way she said anything made your heartbeat feel dangerous
you tried to ignore it. you really did
because she was your best friend’s mother. because she was married. because every time her husband appeared, the entire atmosphere changed
he barely looked at her. barely listened. always distracted, cold, distant in that exhausted way people become after years of pretending something still works
daniela, meanwhile, seemed to come alive around you
you noticed how her eyes softened when you entered a room. how she remembered tiny details about your classes. how she always walked you to the door
how she kept finding excuses to text you through your friend’s phone ;
“tell her dinner’s ready”
“ask her if she passed her exam”
“tell her i said she should bring an umbrella tomorrow”
your friend never noticed anything strange. you did
especially the day daniela offered to pick you up from campus
“you take the bus in this weather?” she asked, horrified
“it’s absolutely not fine,” she replied immediately. “next time it rains, call me”
you laughed awkwardly. “daniela—”
she reminded you three separate times over the next weeks
you never did. until the storm came
the sky had opened hours ago, pouring endlessly over the city. by the time your lecture ended, the streets were flooded silver beneath the streetlights, wind tearing umbrellas inside out
your phone battery had died thirty minutes earlier
so you walked. completely soaked within seconds
cars hissed past through puddles while thunder rolled somewhere overhead. you hugged your jacket tighter and kept moving, already dreading the freezing bus ride home—
headlights slowed beside you
a black car pulled over sharply
the passenger window rolled down
you blinked at her through the rain
you opened the door carefully and slid inside, dripping water everywhere
the warmth hit first. then her perfume
daniela pulled back onto the road without another word, knuckles tight against the steering wheel
“i’m sorry about your seats,” you muttered weakly
“that’s what you’re worried about?”
she looked genuinely upset
“you still could’ve borrowed someone else’s”
rain hammered against the windshield while the wipers moved frantically back and forth. daniela exhaled slowly, jaw tense
“i told you not to walk home alone in weather like this”
“no,” she interrupted softly, “you didn’t”
the rest of the drive felt strangely intimate. confined. heavy
by the time you reached her house, the storm had become even worse
“you’re not going anywhere like this,” daniela said immediately. “stay until it calms down”
only then did you realize she was right
she sighed quietly and unbuckled her seatbelt
the house was warm and dimly lit, the storm rumbling outside like distant waves. your friend wasn’t home yet. neither was her husband
somehow that made the air feel different
she disappeared briefly upstairs, then returned holding towels and dry clothes
“you’ll get sick otherwise”
you reached for the clothes at the same moment she handed them over
her fingers closed around yours for half a second too long
the storm crackled outside
daniela looked at you with an expression so soft it almost hurt
“you have no idea what you do to me,” she whispered
every logical thought disappeared at once because suddenly every lingering touch, every prolonged glance, every excuse to keep you near finally made sense
and judging by the way daniela looked at you now—standing close enough to hear each other breathe—it had probably meant something for a very long time
“you should change before you freeze,” daniela murmured
the storm outside rattled the windows hard enough to make the lights flicker once, briefly plunging the room into darkness before the warm glow returned
daniela was still holding your wrist. not tightly. just enough to keep you there
“you keep looking at me like that,” she said softly, eyes fixed on yours, “and it’s becoming very difficult to behave”
“you know what’s cruel?” she interrupted quietly. “the fact that you have no idea how long i’ve been trying not to cross this line”
the words hit harder than they should have. because some part of you had known
every lingering touch. every excuse to keep you near. every look held one second too long
you just hadn’t expected her to finally admit it
rain slammed against the windows again
close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, close enough for her perfume to completely surround you now—soft, expensive, intoxicating
“you walk into my house,” she whispered, “looking at me with those eyes, smiling at me like i’m still someone worth noticing…”
her fingers slid slowly from your wrist to your hand
“and suddenly i remember what it feels like to want something again”
the confession left the room breathless
daniela noticed. of course she did
a faint smile appeared on her lips—not teasing this time, but almost nervous, which somehow affected you even more
“that’s dangerous,” you managed quietly
“yes,” she said immediately
neither of you stepped away
instead, daniela lifted a hand carefully to your face, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear with unbearable slowness
the gesture felt strangely intimate. tender
and somehow far more intense than anything reckless could’ve been
“you should tell me to stop,” she whispered
but your silence said enough
daniela’s eyes dropped briefly to your lips before lifting again, searching your expression one last time as thunder rolled outside
a sharp sound interrupted everything
you both jumped apart instantly
your best friend’s voice echoed through the hallway downstairs
“mom? the storm’s INSANE out there—”
daniela closed her eyes briefly, laughing once under her breath in disbelief while you tried to recover your breathing
and when she looked back at you again, the tension between you hadn’t disappeared at all
if anything, it had only gotten worse.
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